I just finished up all my work for the day, and it is 4:22. Only 38 minutes until the weekend starts, and it can't come soon enough. I'm almost done my first week of working in a real live job, and I gotta tell ya: I don't love it. I would feel so much better about my days if I was at school, or doing something I enjoy doing. This office job thing is not for me, but it will pay the bills. Especially that one big bill I have coming up: The Wedding Bill.
This is probably the one and only bill I will be so excited to pay though. I used a lot of my free time at work this week to start working on some wedding things. Another friend of mine got engaged at the beginning of this week, and his fiance's almost done planning the wedding already. They don't even get married until 3months after me! That kind of freaked me out, and got me working on stuff. I'm actually having a lot of fun with it to be honest. But the wedding stuff is not what I want to talk about today really (though I'm sure you will be hearing all about it soon enough).
I want to talk about the reason I'm having this wedding. Eric Persson. I'm sitting here anxiously awaiting quitting time because when 5:00 rolls around, he will be here to pick me up.
I haven't told you much about Eric and I, but boy is there a lot to say. Let me give you a quick time line, to catch you up to this point.
May 2009 - Eric moves to Halifax, with a whole bunch of other guys, from Calgary. At this point I am deciding between moving to Calgary and moving to Lethbridge. these beautiful boys convince me that Calgary is clearly the better choice, and I just couldn't resist them.
Summer 2009 - I spend a lot of time flirting, and eventually win the attention of a boy named Eric (not before actually having a crush on, and flirting with a different boy. Man am I glad that never panned out.) Eric and I start to spend a lot of time together, a date on the beach and a magical first kiss in his kitchen, I've pretty much secured his attention ("at least for the summer" I'm thinking).
September 2009 - I make the move across the country to Calgary, with Eric in his new car. That's right I drove all the way out west with him. I should clarify that it wasn't FOR him though, it was WITH him. A common misconception.
November 2009 - Eric and I have enjoyed some time together, but we decide at this point that it is not right for us to get married, and that this probably won't go much further. So we break up. (don't worry not for long though).
December 2009 - Look at that we're back together. After a lot of talking, and a little bit of kissing, Eric and I are back at it again. But not for long this time.
January 2010 - Eric dumps me. AGAIN. For a little while this doesn't bother me, I kind of saw it coming. But then it hits me: I love this guy, and he refuses to talk to me.
January-April 2010 - Eric and I see each other at school and church a few times, but never ever talk to each other. Literally the hardest few months ever. I missed him lots, but was still angry with him. I was so lost and confused.
April 2010 - Eric finally asks me to have lunch and we sort out some plans for a trip we planned to make down to Utah with our good friend Michelle at the beginning of April. We decide that it isn't fair to her to ruin this trip and make it awkward, so we may as well make up and start talking again. By the way that was make UP not make OUT (that part comes again later).
So we enjoy a lovely trip to Utah, during which I flirt shamelessly (and hope that what he is doing is flirting as well. I can't really tell though because he is so tricky to read!)
May 2010 - Right before I leave to go home for the summer, we decide that it is an appropriate time to start talking and kissing again, for the third time. This lasts a week, then I go home. After a painful goodbye at the airport, and a telephone conversation some friends convinced me was a good idea, Eric and I decide that that was fun and all, but it would be a bad idea for anything more to come of it. So I go the summer thinking about him a lot, and talking to him a bit. He goes the summer dating a couple girls, but most importantly still thinking of me a lot too.
September-October 2010 - I'm back in Calgary and Eric, Michelle and I hang out a lot together. I'm spending more time with him, and can't help but think and daydream about him. What can I say, I obviously still love him. (all you girls can tell that from this story I'm sure.) But I convince myself that there is nothing there on his side, so I really need to move on. I go on a couple of dates (with a couple of his friends), but still can't get him off my mind. And apparently it was the same for him.
One night in October, the weekend of my best friend's wedding - He apologizes for how much he has hurt me, asks me what I think of how he ended things before (all 3 times), and then kisses me. Okay what am I supposed to do with that? You know I still love you, and I obviously want to kiss you, what the heck are you doing to me Eric? So I threw caution to the wind and just went with it.
Between then and the end of the year, he tells me he loves me, he takes great care of me, kisses me lots,and then tells me I'm the girl he wants to marry. You can only imagine how excited I am to hear this! Of course you do, you silly boy. That's what you've wanted all along, I JUST KNEW IT!
November 20th 2010 (and a couple times after that) - He takes me rign shopping, and we pick out some gorgeous sparkly things to that will soon decorate my finger.
December 30th 2010 - Eric takes me to the Economy Shoe Shoppe (my favourite restaurant in Halifax), then to the beach (where our first date was). We spend a lot of time talking and having fun. Then he takes me to the temple, where the president unlocked the gates for us, and left us the lock. We walk around a little bit, then he finds the perfect place with good lighting (because he caught it on tape!) and gives me a beautiful speech, gets down on one knee and asks me:
"Will you NOT marry me"
I of course said
"No Way!"
Then he asked the real question
"Will you marry me?"
and I said:
"Of course!"
Then he gave me the most beautiful ring I have ever seen, that he designed himself and had made perfectly. And now he is all mine. You ladies can't have him, because he officially belongs to me. And I know he's not going anywhere, so don;t bother trying.
So that's how it all happened. A long story I know, and one I didn't plan to tell in such detail. I needed to catch you guys up though, because half of it has happened since the last time I really blogged. I just love our story. It started perfectly. The bumps in the middle made us stronger and happier, and more prepared for what's ahead of us. And now it never has to end. I'm sure you will hear a ton more about this wonderful man in the future, cause he's everything to me. But for now, I am done work and he is here to rescue me!